The Bloody Piles

I swear this is real. My friend's family forced everyone who wanted to date one of their daughters read this song at gunpoint without showing any affect what so ever. Until they did this they weren't allowed to leave the house. Anyway, here it is, The Bloody Piles:

May the bloody piles torment you,
and corns grow on your feet.
May crabs the size of roaches,
crawl 'round your balls and eat.
And when it all is over,
and when it all is done,
may you fall through your asshole
and break your fucking neck.